Song of Solomon 1

¹ The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

² Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.

³ Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.

⁴ Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.

⁵ I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

⁶ Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.

¹¹ We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

¹⁴ My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

¹⁵ Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.

¹⁶ Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.

¹⁷ The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.